[Pelt Type] Both melanism and albinism graces this wolfs' thin form. Her pelt is predominantly jet, though a cream color does breach her paws and the back of her hind legs, along with her chest. It's often kept as well as she possibly can keep it; it's easier to get people to trust you if you're looking pretty. She's tall, lanky. She stands at about 7ft, four inches and weighs in at 142 pounds. Her limbs are loose and long, giving her an airy, bouncy, almost loopy type of stride.
[Eye Color] Emerald green.
[Accessories] A green gem ring that looks like this.
[Body Type] Light! She's built for speed rather than strength. [Height] 7ft 4in [Weight] 142 Lbs [Notable Scars] N/A
WHO AM I?
Crow is a sarcastic, fun-loving wolf. She loves a good joke, spar, anything to get her laughing or to get her blood pumping. If a loud, roaring laugh could be heard, she’s often at the source of it. However, while she may seem like nothing but an air-headed jokester, she knows how and when to shut her maw. She was brought up to be a con artist, after all! The girl has an easy smile and demenour, which, when paired with her natural friendliness and witty (most of the time) wording, persuasive is exactly what she is.
However a sharp tongue and short temper can be found lying in her head and heart. Arrogance, bossiness, or just in general 'holier-than-thou' attitudes tend to set her off, and, when she's set off, watch out. The Vella on a rampage will most likely get you a harsh tongue lashing, and, if you irk her ire enough, an attempt at an actual one. Though, don't take it to heart. Unless you've irked her one too many times, she's a 'flare up and cool down' kind of wolf, so her 'rages' aren't long-lived.
Another shortcoming of hers is that she’s never been one to want to do everything in a day. A blunter way of putting is she’s single minded and slightly lazy. If she wants to do one difficult task, she’ll set a certain, short time of day for it and do nothing else that challenges her for the rest of the hours that’s she’s active. It’s a problem she’s been wanting to overcome. She makes do with what traits she has in the meantime, however.
Being light weight. Her stamina and strength are certainly low level, and puts her at a disadvantage in spars.
[Pre-Ebon] Crow was brought up in almost utter chaos. Brought up as the only girl between her two (adopted) brothers--a wild dog and a jackal--and her two fathers, Darq, a fox, and Felnix, a coyote.
The family was always on the move. They could never stay anyplace long; they'd either have to go, or were forced out. Why? The entire family took to conning. Crow's fathers ran a profitable little scheme almost everywhere they went, often graced their children with the finest things (and the knowledge of conning) they acquired. Crow tended to drift more towards the fine food, her brothers adorned themselves.
Crow ran many cons herself once she turned 1 and a three seasons, much to her fathers' pride. Sure, sometimes the conned party would figure out a little too quickly, and a few scratches would be gained from a con gone bad. That was never an issue; Crow kept her conning demographic to small, mostly harmless critters.
That all changed, however, when once, she decided to go for larger game. A black bear, who followed Crow almost hook, line, and sinker--
until she slipped up.
The bear wasn't as fast as the nimble wolf, no, but Crow had been caught completely off guard by the long, deep slash he had made to her arm. She limped her way back home to her fathers and dealt with the fawning and worrying over her. Alas, the two male canines tried to nurse their only girl back to health, but it was in vain. Crow died, leaving the con family heartbroken.
Crow, however, woke up mere seconds later. She was laying under a large tree, She remember her father's faces, her brothers, her life...all of it. And yet, here she was, in a body that felt slightly younger than what she had been used to, yet that looked exactly the same. She heard her name being called and came face to face with two large wolves. One white and one black. They both seemed genderless, from what she could smell, and she seemed to be as well. However, their deep bass voices in which they chastised her in being out longer than she said she would hinted to her that they seemed male. They ended up walking her 'home' where she was immediately chastised by two older teen wolves, one slate grey and the other a muddy white. She was to learn that these two were her brothers.
The young wolf was confused out of her mind, but didn't ask questions. At least, not out loud. She had died. She wasn't supposed to be around anymore. Why was she here? Why did her family structure seem the same?
She could do nothing but shake her head and roll with her new life as it went on. Her new family took to her, though. And she to them. The black wolf was Aldrian, his husband being Gardevald. Aldrian tried his best to spoil the children rotten, but Gardevald stood firm. He was a just, but caring father, while Aldrian made sure his children were spoiled slightly from time to time. Her brothers, Hillison and Killian, slate grey and muddy white respectively, both teased and play-fought with their younger sister, but adored her nonetheless.
Crow loved it all.
Her family weren't con artists, but magic weavers. Magic seemed to run through the bones of everything in this place, including herself. She never really tried to use it much, but now, with her and her brothers out from under the watchful eyes of her fathers, being adults, she definitely is starting to practice her magic every chance she gets. Sure, she still talks to her 'family' from time to time. But the wandering heart she gained from her first life still held itself fast within her, and she can often be found roaming about Ebon.
Feel free to list any noteworthy things that have happened to them here! (optional)
Fire - Level one
Shadow - Level one
Companion: A worrisome, sarcastic opossum that tries to serve as Crow's voice of reason, but utterly fails most of the time.